Last Saturday, the world lost a truly good, loving, spunky, creative, kind woman. Doris Duckworth, you will be dearly missed and none of our lives will be the same without you.
We're still wandering Vienna! On our way to the cathedral we stopped by a quiet little square that is now a very desirable place to live (it has quiet and parking!). The buildings used to all be part of the old Jesuit church here, but are residences now; the church still stands and is connected to the local University. We also passed Vienna's statue of Gutenberg, to whom I owe most of the childhood I spent reading. Mural on the wall of the old Jesuit complex Gutenberg! Then we went for a tour of Stephansdom, or St. Stephan's Cathedral. It's as big as a soccer field, was originally built in 1147 in the Gothic style, and was restored in the 1600-1700s with Baroque influences. The north tower, however, was never finished due to a lack of money. Mozart is buried there and his kids baptized there, and the archbishop lived right across the square. The Nazi SS actually had headquarters right by our hotel which is very close, so this area was heavily bombed. When...
We all thought COVID would be over by 2022. We know masks reduce viral spread, the vaccines are incredibly effective...and yet here we are. So from my family to yours, mask up, get your vaccines and boosters, and stay smart, safe, and healthy. Maybe this will be our year. COVID finally hit me, and I feel like I lost a competition. But since I'm back to work in person, I suppose it was inevitable. I've been symptomatic for nearly two weeks but thankfully it hasn't been serious, and I'm on the mend now. In the meantime I've been bingeing Marvel movies, walking the dog in my new Carhartt overalls (best purchase of the annual Santeiu Cabela's trip, hands down), and knitting all the things. So have a couple more pictures of yarny things and stay safe out there. Progress on the eternal Star Wars scarf A finished object! Tank top with lace detail, cotton yarn. Various other works in progress
As is my approximately yearly wont, I am re-reading the Harry Potter series. This tends to worry my husband, who doesn't quite understand why I might read a series (or any one book) over and over and over again, when there exist millions of other tomes worthy of my attention. However, the HP series is special. The books came out at such a time that book Harry and real-life Sam were within a couple of years of age, and they were exactly the genre that I simply adored (and still do) - fantasy, magic, hidden worlds, romance, all the good stuff. I remember praying for my letter to come via owl; I remember waiting in line Up North with Dad to get the 4th book at midnight, after which I read the entire 734 pages in about 24 hours; I remember reading either the 6th or 7th book with my best friend but about six hours behind, and wondering why she was crying. I still cry every time Harry goes into that forest at the end! I was originally going to write a post about the things that the ...
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